DAYLIGHT COULD NOT SAVE TIME THIS NIGHT ~ MCVICKER ~ 2012

The moss hung limply from the Live oak trees.
An owl, in the swamp, shared its haunting song
with no bugs or tree frogs to sing along,
just a slight stagnant breeze.

The flies were on the wall, in short form to report all.
The wallpaper peeled back another page.
As the moment arrived, slow motion suicide dive
from the mantle to the hardwood stage.
“Spring forward”, the clock said, as its’ hands reached out,
but the glass blocked the attempt to survive.
The deed was done, two o’clock had come.
The wind floated through and stirred the screen door.

When first light arrived the dust laid still.
Springs, gears, shrapnel heap; the hands were limp, contort.
Time had run out, for the flies had all lost their will.
So, it was the wallpaper that was first to report:

The Headline said :
“Sprung at last, the Hour ran laughing, laughing out the door.
Crazy laughing, out the screen door.”